The dainty tinkle of the bell staggers across the large expanse of foyer and I look up and immediately think _another infestation_.

There are four of you and you all look like you don’t belong here. Because you can’t read or, if you do, you only read hardbound and only the first few pages. So you can post pictures of your _aesthetic_ books and brag _this is what I’m reading now #bookworm_.

You’re all nerds just for the fashion. The oversized glasses and plaid blazers, but no collars and elbow patches because that’s _ew, too professory_. You mismatch your business looks with scuffed sneakers if you’re a man, platform boots if you’re a woman, and you all talk like you’re the embodiment of profound. You utter the syllable you think is a word, _bro_, like it’s an indictment and you’re a barely literate judge who’s just passed a ruling.

Again, I think, _infestation_.